I still don't own TDI or Xiao Lin Showdown. As I said before, I apologize for the extremely long delay, however I will now make it up to you by uploading a mass of more chapters for all of my fics that are not on Hiatus.
Please review! It's lonely, and I'm running out of ideas for World Tour! Oh, and the one for World Tour will focus more on the Monks than the show itself.
"Listen up!" a large black man yelled, and the cosplayers stared at him in fear, awe, and confusion. "I serve it three times a day, and you will eat it three times a day! Grab your tray, get your food, and sit your butts down!"
A few of the others began asking questions, but Sarah was smart enough to keep her mouth shut. As hard as it was to play the happy-go-lucky card with someone so similar to her mother in front of her, she knew that she had to do her best and quietly turned to Misty.
"Have a cow," she murmured and the fellow redhead nodded.
"What did you say?" Chef barked, and the two girls cringed with Sarah looking like a severely beaten animal. "Come closer, little ninja, I didn't quiet hear you!"
"I-It w-was n-nothing of i-i-imp-p-portance, s-s-sir," she stammered shyly as Misty pushed her forwards and followed up in line fearfully.
"What I thought," Chef growled.
The others all sat down without much more complaint, and Jessie was turning in the direction of the door as Chris walked in.
"Welcome to the main lodge!" Chris announced with his limp almost gone.
"Chris, is there any pizza ordered?" Jessie asked from beside Edward, both of whom cringed as a knife went through the air and imbedded itself in the wall. "Whoa! Brown slob is cool! Right guys?"
"Y-yeah," the others agreed hesitantly and fearfully as Chef glared at them all.
After a bit more time, seats began to be rearranged.
"Hey," Bartholomew said as he sat across from Sarah. "I'm Bartholomew, but you can call me Bert if you want. You seem to act like a combination between Ino, Sakura, Naruto and Hinata. What's up with that?"
"You don't want to know," Edward growled as he sat next to her. "Now back off from my baby cousin."
"Interesting," Trinity asked as she sat next to Bartholomew. "I didn't know they let cousins in on the show."
"Us either," Edward said picking at his food. "Hey, Misty! You want some of this?"
"No! You want some of this?" she retorted.
"I do!" Sarah chirped, and the redhead went to sit down next to her and slapped the extra food onto the brunette's plate. "Thanks!"
"Sure thing," Misty said warily taking up her buns and beginning to eat. "Ugh…"
"At least it's not poop," Edward said calmly, and Sarah went cross eyed and swayed in place. "Relax; they won't make us eat manure. Will they?"
"Chris!" Trinity screamed before racing to get the chaperone.
"Hahahah! Works every time," Edward laughed. "That's the perfect way to get rid of an unwanted guest of any gender."
"Nice one," Sarah laughed as she shook her head to clear it. "Now what?"
"What's the problem?" Chris asked as Trinity led them over to the table.
"There's no poop in this is there?" she asked fearfully, and Sarah dropped her food and looked up at Chris with wide and fearful eyes and a look that clearly said that she was green around the gills.
"No, no, we would never do that to you unless eating poop was a part of the challenge," Chris assured, and Sarah winced. "It's alright, that will be reserved for the challenges that are for the times that are after the halfway point."
"Phew," the others all said in unison as they began relaxing, the fear of manure and other unsanitary things in their food having spread from one to the others like a wildfire.
"Chris?" Sarah asked fearfully. "What if we have an allergic reaction to something we didn't know we were allergic to?"
"There's a medical cabin back near mine," Chris said calmly. "But none of you will be going there unless it is something serious like severe allergies and near-death experiences. Which by the way, you won't be conscious for."
"Oh. Okay," Sarah said relaxing slightly. "What about if someone gets really sick?"
"Again, medicine cabin," Chris said looking at her fearfully before catching what she was asking. "Oh, and the medical cabin has a few special rules, but none of you get to know them until you're inside of it. And even then, it can't be of any fault that is yours, and also you have to keep it top secret. Any leakage of medical cabin rules will earn you an almost immediate disqualification."
"Do we get to have guests on the island once we make it to the final five?" Naruto asked, and Damon rolled his eyes.
"No, stupid!" Haden snapped as Chris blinked at them.
"I suppose," Chris pondered. "But I will create those rules when we get there. And that's if I decide to do it!"
"Yay!" Sarah leapt up and skirted around the table to hug him. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
"That's a maybe, not a yes," Chris wheezed as she squeezed him around the middle and picked him up again.
"To Sarah, a maybe is our equivalent to yes when it comes to the joy level," Edward explained. "A yes is an equivalent to someone saying 'have fun, do whatever you want, and I'll foot the bill', and while I'm explaining things, try not to make her cry. The person who makes her cry gets my fist in their face, no matter who they are!"
The others, except for Chris and Chef, cringed in fear at Edward's dark air of strength, something he'd been working on for years ever since he'd moved from his parents' home into living with his grandparents and alternating between the two pairs every year.
"Chris and Sarah sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G," Haden whispered in DeShawn's ear, and the bulky black boy snickered and tried not to laugh out loud.
"You want to say something to my face, pretty boy?" Edward snarled as he got up and turned around and began baring his fangs and forcing his ears back like an animal's. "Or would you like a heaping plate of a knuckle sandwich?"
"Your cousin looks like she could use the seven dragon balls," Haden retorted, and Edward flushed with rage as Sarah dropped Chris in shock at what she'd heard.
"Hey! No sexual innuendoes are to be used for insults!" Chris yelled. "Watch your mouth!"
"No, he's right," Sarah murmured as she went back to her food and began eating in terse silence.
"Keep an eye out on the one that picked me up, Chef," Chris muttered to the larger male, who said nothing but nodded. "I'll explain later."
"I'm sure you will," Chef growled as Chris walked, barely-limped, over to the door.
"You have one hour to finish eating!" Chris announced. "And then it's time for your first challenge!"
"I wonder what we're going to do," Bert asked DJ excitedly as he was forced to go back to the other table by DeShawn.
"It's the first challenge, how hard can it be?" She asked calmly.
Sarah swallowed and wolfed down the rest of her food before going into the back of the kitchen, washing her tray, and putting it away where the trays were to be kept out to dry. Chef said nothing but raised an eyebrow at the young woman's quiet behavior. She was silent and the others stared at her in shock of her having entered Chef's domain and living to tell the tale.
They all watched her retreating frame and Edward knew by her silence that her feelings had been hurt badly and that she was probably going to go off somewhere to cry.
Okay, so I know people are giving me some grief on people's personalities after being abused, but I feel the need to defend myself. One, I took psychology and I have done my research to prove that depending on personalities, abuse can be handled different ways. Two, Sarah grew up with not only an abusive mother, but also a loving and very caring father, so she knows both ends of the spectrum. Also, she knows from Clay and Kimiko's raising Edward that the violence is not normal for the homes and is not supposed to happen. Three, the reason she didn't do anything until now is because she felt (and still feels) powerless against her mother.
Thank you! Please review! I'm sorry if I sound whiny, it's just that I read PM's and address problems if I get more than five complaints about a topic on a single chapter, I really don't mean to sound whiny or bitchy at all. Really, I don't!